The world has found New Jersey,
the
new
entertainment capital.
like an ant farm
on a glucose high,
now,
we crawl
we build
we eat each
other, we carry the
dead, we swarm the
living, and we sit
in
your living
room, while getting picked apart,
and
give joy
to those viewing–
that life can always
hit a new low.
they understand that when fate gives them
the dagger, at least it didn’t come
soaked
in coconut oil.
usually
when the networks
come and
the advertisers pay,
those on the other end–
providing the
laughs
and the quotes,
are the ones
with the last laugh,
that the spectators
and the tourists
are the fools
for tuning in.
but
like the bad end of
a casino game,
it seems the joke
is on us.
and even though
our pizza
is better
i’m pretty sure
the masses
are right.
and for the first time
in all history
the masses are right for the right reason,
and i’m not invited to the
victory party